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No words were needed between Elliana and Cole. A single meaningful look conveyed everything. She would handle the woman; he would take down the man.
The man and the woman were certainly skilled fighters, but theycked the perfect synchronization that Elliana and Cole shared. Against Elliana and Cole’s seamlessly coordinated attack, their defenses copsed within seconds. Moving like liquid lightning, Elliana caught the woman’s wrist and used her own forward momentum against her. She lifted the woman high into the air before bringing her crashing down onto the concrete with bone-jarring force. The violent impact tore the woman’s dark coat at the shoulder and sent her mask flying into the shadows, leaving her facepletely exposed.
The man suffered a simr fate at Cole’s hands. Cole drove him into the ground with ruthless efficiency, ripping his coat and sending his mask spinning away into the darkness. The man’s face, too, was now clearly visible in the pale moonlight.
Though the moon’s glow was soft and dim, both Elliana and Cole possessed exceptionally sharp vision. At this close distance, they could make out every detail of their attackers’ faces—and they also caught sight of the intricate tattoos decorating their exposed chests.
Just as Elliana had guessed, they were both remarkably attractive. The man had sharp, aristocratic features that would have looked at home in a fashion magazine. The woman possessed an ice-cold beauty that was both stunning and intimidating. Whatever their crimes, there was no denying they were physically striking.<fn0167> Readplete version only at </fn0167>
Elliana didn’t recognize the woman at all, but something about the man’s face tugged at her memory. She studied his features more carefully, and suddenly, understanding crashed over her like a wave. She wentpletely still. His face bore a subtle but unmistakable resemnce to Charles. The simrity triggered a memory—something a Henderson family member had mentioned to her previously. They had told her the tragic story of Cutler, who had disappeared without a trace when he was only two years old, never to be seen again. Could this man be Cutler, alive after all these years?
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But resemnce alone meant nothing. Only a DNA test could prove the truth. With that thought driving her forward, Elliana stepped toward the fallen man, nning to pluck a single hair from his head for testing. But before she could reach him, Cole suddenly cried out in agony and copsed to the ground. He clutched his head with both hands while his entire body convulsed in obvious pain.
The thought of the Hendersons disappeared from Elliana’s mind. Panic seized her as she dropped to her knees beside him. “Cole!” Her voice trembled, her face pale. “What’s happening? What’s wrong?”
In the space of a single breath, Cole’splexion drained to chalk-white. Sweat beaded thickly across his forehead, trailing down his temples, while his lips quivered soundlessly.
“Is it your head that’s hurting?” Elliana asked, her voice tight with worry. Cole managed only a weak nod before lifting one shaking hand. His finger pointed at the man’s bare chest. He didn’t need to exin. The bond between them ran so deep that Elliana understood immediately what he was trying to tell her. The sight of that tattoo had somehow triggered his excruciating headache.
Elliana’s eyes darted to the dark tattoo marking the man’s skin. Her pupils contracted. Etched in ck across his chest was the serpent totem. The exact same design as the one on her bracelets. The same symbol was carved into the tree at the entrance of Victor’s tunnel.
Suddenly, to Elliana, Carlos’s dire warnings weren’t just words anymore—they had be a terrifying reality. The people who had hunted her down tonight belonged to the same dangerous organization that had relentlessly pursued her mother decades ago. They all served the same mysterious master—some shadowy figure who had been stalking her family for longer than she’d been alive.
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